Girl, I made love at a peaceful night to you.
I kissed your neck and thigh and lips, and, girl,
The night so dark I saw not your face.
But , my girl , the lines of my finger do
Whirled and stirred your milky breast.
As that night so ease that I hear
Not wind of the woods and sea,
But the sound when you say,
“my love, my love, my love.”
Girl , my heart was ticked and ticked
Like a fragment of the sacred broken moon.
Girl, I made love at a peaceful night to you.
And I’m so forlorn I could die
For this morning I wake up and
Touched hardly any breath and warm of you, my love.
My love, you held me green and dying,
Dying like a dog and recalling nothing
But that peaceful night.
Justin.cmh
2008年10月4日 星期六
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